The Only Way To Do It Is

In The Silence I Heard Bastet, Who Had Retreated Under The Bed, Carrying On A Mumbling, Profane Monologue. (if You Ask How I Knew It Was Profane, I Presume You Have Never Owned A Cat.)

...nefret Said With A Gusty Sigh, 'well, That's Done It. We May As Well Join In, Ramses, Family Arguments Are The Favorite Form Of Amusement Here And This Looks Like Being A Loud One.

Marriage, In My View, Should Be A Balanced Stalemate Between Equal Adversaries.

I Don't Think She Realized How Much She Cared For Him, Or He For Her, Until The End. Hasn't Someone Said A Woman May Be Known By The Men Who Love Her Enough To Die For Her? (if They Haven't, I Claim The Credit Myself.)

I Sometimes Wonder What It Would Be Like To Be The Respected Patriarch Of An Ordinary English Family." "very Boring, Emerson.